fuck, ollie.

Tell me who you loyal to Is it money? it is fame? Is it weed? Is it drink? Is it comin' down with the loud pipes and the rain? Big chillin', only for the power in your name

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BRIDGET WINDSOR.

“it wasn’t meant to be a decent whisper, it’s called stage whispering dumbass,” bridget shot a shit-eating grin at ollie before landing a heavy slap on his chest for cursing so blatantly around the younger kids. “what your father means is that he wasn’t the greatest student, and he didn’t learn much when he was studying at oxford but he did meet me, a very intelligent and beautiful woman, he’s trying to tell you to be like your mama,” she smirked and nodded at ollie while dess snorted. “you’d want to hope if she gets pulled over they’re one of yours, she doesn’t have a permit ollie, she’s fifteen,” bridget sighed but made no attempt to stop her eldest from taking the wheel.

she leant onto ollie for the majority for of the drive, sleepy from their activities the night before, they were both insatiable. “help me out of the car you two, i’m fat, grumpy and i want to see my babies.”

“my poor wife.” ollie teased, helping her out of the car. “good job driving by the way, sweetie. certainly better than your grumpy pregnant mother.” smiling as odessa handed him the keys to the car as they went to the doctor’s office. “we should definitely get burgers after this. i’m starving and your mama hasn’t eaten yet, since she was sleeping the whole trip.” he says to odessa as if bridget weren’t there.

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BRIDGET WINDSOR.

“you’re a fucking liar ollivander, i watched your jaw clench harder you prick!” her voice was low but her words scathing, it looked like a lover’s embrace, only getting within less than a metre of them would reveal that they were having an argument, and bridget had no itention of letting this carry on for strangers to hear. “punish me all you want for your fuck ups, what’s new?” she let go of him and stepped back, putting far too much distance between them for newlyweds but right now she didn’t feel like a newlywed. “well that just confirms it then, you’re an idiot honestly. you say my safety like i can’t protect myself, like you couldn’t protect me if it came down to it. don’t hide this shit from me, don’t treat me like i’m some fucking dumb child, i’m a grown woman and i can and will make my own decisions.” she stood tall and firm, bringing out her final threat - one she desparately hoped he wouldn’t let her make good on. “tell me what’s going on ollie, or i swear to god i will check my bags into the next flight back to heathrow and you will not hear from me again. you promised no secrets, you don’t get to reneg on that when and if it suits you best.”

whatever was waiting for ollivander back in new york was a mess. he’d rather not put his wife in that sort of danger. “you can protect yourself, i know that, and i would keep you safe no matter what, even if it costs me my life, you know that.” he sighed deeply, not knowing how to convey the subject to her. the only reason he kept—and still keeps—her in the dark in some cases was because the less she knew about the whole operation, the less level of danger she would be in. he pulled her to the nearest bathroom, checking the stalls to see if it was empty and it was. he locked the door and looked back at her. “you think it’s so easy. this isn’t a game, bridget. you don’t get spare lives here, if you die you’re dead—gone. i can’t handle that and i will never forgive myself if that ever happens. i don’t care if you hate me right now. you can hate me forever if you have to, if that’s what’s going to keep you from harm’s way.” he went silent, huffing for air at his outburst. “heathrow...” he breathes, looking down at the white tiles. “heathrow sounds like a good idea. the further the better.”

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BRIDGET WINDSOR.

she’d been out like a light the minute he’d wrapped her in his arms, there was nothing that felt more secure than the warm circle of ollivander’s arms. arising slowly she began to trace her index finger across his face and chest, her own chest feeling tight as she watched him sleep on, guilt-ridden over something she knew couldn’t be helped. “i wanted nothing more than to see you be a father, i’m sorry it didn’t happen. you deserve better,” bridget mumbled into his chest, careful to not disturb his sleep.

he crinkled his nose at the soft touch on his face, making his senses wake up, but physically still very much asleep, eyes shut and all. yet, it was enough to catch her speaking. “shut up.” he barely made audibly under that deep sleepy voice of his. “don’t spout nonsense. there is nothing in this world better than you.” he yawned, shifting in bed to wrap a leg around hers, a hand rubbing her nape lazily. “go back to sleep babe.”

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BRIDGET WINDSOR.

“can’t a woman like to hear lovely things and deliciously naughty things too? i like a man who can stimulate both my heart and my pussy,” she purred. her hands slipped up his shirt once she was situated on her desk, hitching her legs around him and pulling him to her. “and if i want to delay it so i can see the world with my fiancé? i want nothing more than to see the world with you ollie, to wake up in paris and see the louvre with you, to go unnoticed at quaint little markets in bali and skinny dip in santorini, so lets go!” she removed her hands from underneath the shirt she wore, pulling the one he wore straight over her head, raising her brows at him, challenging him. “you can have it back. and i’ll go shopping for you, i like wearing your shirts. they smell almost as delectable as their owner.”

“heart... pussy... no mind? have i fucked your brains out too much for that?” a cheeky grin swept across his lips with his arrogant words. hands on her jean covered thighs, he did prefer her in dresses or skirts, anything short, skimpy and he had easy access to. despite that, he didn’t hate the denim look completely. “though you’ve been working so hard and tons of people have already rsvp-ed months ago. all i’ve ever done is distract you from your work, for example right now.” he made fast with the button on her jeans. “i’m usually selfish, but i’m doing this for the people who want to see your gallery and because i know it would make you happy.” being successful in his endeavor, he pulled them down to her ankles. he got down on his knees, all the while kissing hers, eyes at her. “hm, nothing too fancy, okay? ever been thrift shopping?” it was a funny thought, bridget going to a thrift store.

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BRIDGET WINDSOR.

“but what’s the fun with staying home all day tomorrow when we can go out and everyone can see how thoughroughly wrecked we are?” she joked, though him helping her intern hunt seemed incredibly enticing too. “i’m sure our own schedules will be full with lunch and dinner and all sorts once your sisters get a hold of me, not that i’m complaining. not when i get to come home to you now.” bridget squealed as she was pulled from the car by mickey and kenna, embracing both of them while kenz jumped in too, it made her feel great to be so warmly welcomed. “uh, when did you all get so grown up? this isn’t okay! you’re making ollivander look old! mack, how do you feel about an older woman?” she tossed the youngest greene a wink before chuckling and wrapping him in a hug. “alright, who’s going to show me inside my new home, hm? i think that sexy bellboy back there has got the important bags handled.”

the four escorted her inside. “we’re so glad you’re here!” kenna squeled excitedly, bouncing on her heels. “yeah, we couldn’t stand his—” mickey pointed at ollivander who was too busy lugging in the luggages to notice—“fiancee. too nice, too pure. can’t be trusted.” she rolled her eyes. “she wouldn’t sleep with ollie until they were married.” kenz added with a chuckle. “i find it admirable of our brother to have held out that long.” mack added following behind them, holding onto the smaller bags.

they entered the cozy apartment, ollie following a few moments later, gasping for air. the bags weren’t indivisually heavy, but it wasn’t easy to carry the lot of the them at the same time. “welcome home.” he smiles at bridget, but glares at his younger siblings who had the most mischevious expression on their faces. “alright, fess up. what did you tell her.”

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BRIDGET WINDSOR.

“mama can say whatever she wants!” toby chimed in, “she says she has a free pass because she’ll be pushing out two watermelons that resemble you papa! right mama?” bridget tossed her head back, almost crying with laughter at the sheer innocence of her youngest baby. “good morning angel,” bridget grinned at odessa, it was probably too early and much too lame to smother her oldest in all the love she had for her but she certainly was tempted if she could lift herself up. she took ollivander’s hand and let him help her off the couch, she knew they had to take the suv to fit all the kids but she was so dreading actually getting into the car, everything was difficult now. “dess, c’mere,” bridge gestured for her to come over, tucking her lithe frame next to her and pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. “want to have a half day and come to the appointment for the babies with your papa and i? i think i might be able to convince him,” she asked in a terrible attempt at a whisper. “blaze baby, can you get mummy’s purse from the kitchen bench please!”

blaze ran off to the kitchen to grab his mother’s purse, while toby and lia raced to the car. “i think you should work on what you call a whisper, darling.” he rolled his eyes, grabbing the suv keys from a hook. “fuck school, honestly. you can take rest of the day off.” he told dessa, who had a huge grin on her face. “i didn’t even listen during my classes, skipped a lot and fu—had so much fun and look where it got me.” he tips his head at bridget, before tossing the car keys to dessa. “you’re driving.” they climbed inside the vehicle, dessa in the driver seat, lia in shotgun after having to battle it out with toby who was very persistent for the spot, toby settled to sit in the back with blaze. they drove the kids off to their respective schools and went straight to the clinic.

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BRIDGET WINDSOR.

she nodded at them as they curtsied, masking a giggle, men certainly didn’t curtsy but they were americans so she supposed it was best not to antagonise them over something they were never taught. “oh a friend of sebastian’s, interesting,” she was trying so hard to not come across as a snob but god they were making it hard on her, her dead father-in-law was not a good man, any friend of his was not held in high esteem in her mind. “isn’t his first time fucking a stewardess in an airport or plane bathroom? i’m a princess not a nun, and i’m far from oblivious about ollivander’s… proclivities. though he won’t be doing that today, not with a stewardess at least.” bridget waved him off with a tight, sarcastic smile, only keeping her arm around him for the sake of keeping face in case his friends decided to make a return. “my mother. i feel much better now,” she brushed his hair back with her fingers, stroking his hair lightly before weaving a chunk in her grasp and pulling his ear to her lips. “are you going to tell me what is going on ollivander, the reason you’ve deemed it appropriate to treat you wife like garbage? i’ll find out one way or another sweetheart.”

“there is no reason bridget, but if that is what you want to believe i have no intention of stopping you.” he kept a straight face as he was yanked down to ear level. “now will you stop scolding me as if i’m a child or do i have to teach you a lesson right now?” he grabbed her wrist with slight force. not a moment later he lets go putting up a faux smile, a lot of eyes were watching inconspicuously, making notes of every move they made, taking pictures and all that shit. he preferred the days when he could walk freely without cameras following behind him, yet he would endure all that to be by her side. bridget was still part of the royal family and no matter how much ollivander loathed the lot of them, he didn’t want to others to think that there was trouble in paradise just because of a petty fight they were currently having. “and if i were hypothetically keeping something from you, know that i don’t like it and i only do this for your own safety.”

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BRIDGET WINDSOR.

“okay,” she responded weakly, wrapping her hands back in his shirt as he liefted her and carried her back to their bedroom. she settled back into the covers still trying to grab onto him. “you come under too, please? just… hold me.” 

“will do ma’am.” he playfully salutes, climbing over her body to get to his side of the bed. he slid in the blanket, scooted over closer to bridget and trapped her in his arms. “go to sleep, my love.” he yawned, stretching his neck softly. it was only afternoon but he still had a bit of jet lag and his timezone was readjusting itself once again.

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BRIDGET WINDSOR.

“mm probably not but i do love to hear you tell me lovely things, at least tell me how you never want to live without me,” she teased with a smirk. bridget giggled gleefully and she felt his lips pull into a smile against her own, it’d been a chaotic thirty-six hours but she felt solid in the fact that he wanted her, wanted to marry her and that she was going to be mrs. ollivander greene, how surreal. “exorbitant pay packets aside… i could push back the opening of the gallery if you want to go travelling? i’m up for whatever you want to do my love, besides we could scout for art as we travel.”

“lovely things? pft. lies,” he scoffed. “you and i both know you prefer naughty things, though i will say i can’t live without you because at least that’s true.” he propped her on the desk, picking specs of dried paint off of her hair. “hm, that does sound lovely but, i don’t want to impose or delay your work. i can wait. i am a very patient person.” trailing down her shirt—his shirt—he noticed the paint splashed on it. “no wonder i keep losing my clothes. can’t you use your own clothes for once? i’m running out and i don’t really enjoy shopping.” he flicked her forehead lightly, chuckling.

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BRIDGET WINDSOR.

“hm, pity. you know how i love to stake my claim on you,” she leaned across to run her fingernail down his neck and across his adam’s apple. “i can’t promise you’ll not be sent off to work tomorrow completely covered in love bites and entirely exhausted.” bridget grinned across at him and squeezed his hand tightly, “i could take you in a cat fight, let alone some girl you’d been screwing.” her phone buzzed in her pocket and she pulled it out to check, finding a text from her father, to her shock he detailed how he already missed her and how he and mummy were already planning a visit, she felt her heart soar. “i’m sure you’ll come up with something, i can help, i’ve got nothing else to do. i might look and see if a gallery is looking for an intern or something like that.” squealing she almost jumped, she always loved his younger siblings, always making a point to seek them out when she visited new york. “they are? baby!”

“i could just skip work tomorrow. it’s not like they actually need me to check up on them everyday. the only exception is for important matters like, getting busted, someone dying, some shit like that.” he shrugs his shoulders. “so i’m all yours—and so are my siblings who absolutely adore you. they cleared their schedules as soon as i told them i got you home.” his eyes rolled in good manner. it seems as though he wasn’t the only greene completely enamoured with her. “it’s settled then? i skip work tomorrow and i can help you go gallery intern hunting tomorrow.” he had no doubt that she would find an internship in no time, she was royalty after all. the car stopped in front of their apartment. “home sweet home.” he sighed, retracting his hand from hers, climbing out of the car to open her door, but he was already beaten by his squealing younger sisters who were practically pulling bridget out of the car. “hey, hey. that’s precious cargo.” he chuckled and proceeded to get the bags instead.

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BRIDGET WINDSOR.

she nodded slowly, trying to stem her tears as they constantly flowed, he wasn’t leaving her. “yeah, just make sure you put the soup away, don’t wanna waste it.” she looked into his eyes, bottom lip quivering, “i’m sorry you have to deal with me like this. i love you very much.”

“mack can do that once he gets home.” he fanned his hand dismissively. he looks down on her as if she was being ridiculous. “i like dealing with you, so don’t be sorry.” he smiles, ruffling the top of her head. “hold on.” he carried her by her thighs and went to the room, where he laid her gently on her side, pulling a blanket over her and tucking it under her chin like a child.

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BRIDGET WINDSOR.

she knew full well he’d been well off the rails, tavia had reluctantly kept her semi-updated, she definitely neglected to tell her that he’d gotten engaged and moved in with another woman. it was probably for the best though because the only thing preventing bridget from losing all her shit was the fact that he’d come for her not this other woman, he’d gone all the way to oxford and gotten her because he loved her and wanted to be with her. “and she’s gone? out of the picture?” she reached out, placing her hand on his thigh and stroking gently. “i’m did she take the split well? just wondering how safe it’ll be to walk down the street holding your hand. she might not be able to handle you but i know i can so lets not worry about that,” she chuckled lightly, watching the city grow bigger out the window. “and everything else? the cartel, mack, the girls? what am i in for? fill me in, prep me for being a mob boss’s girlfriend.”

“she moved back to her home country the second i broke up with her. her dad didn’t really approve of me and was pestering for her to go home the whole duration of our relationship. the only reason she stayed in new york was me... so when we broke up... she really had no reason to stay.” he explained further. “besides, i have no doubt that you can handle a measly cat fight.” he smirked at her, slipping his hand under hers, intertwining them. no one could handle ollie the way bridget did, he was petty in her hands. “the cartel is doing just fine, though we still need a new business for a front since dad died.” he shrugged his shoulders, watching her look out the window. “as for mack and the girls, you can ask them yourself. they’re waiting for you back at my place.”

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BRIDGET WINDSOR.

“are you just wooing me with travel to get out of saying sappy lovely things?” she placed her hand on his neck, admiring just how well her ring looked on finger against his skin. “how about, we go wherever you would like to go, my love, but you work out our schedules first before you jump the gun?” her thumb rubbed gentle circles on his skin as she pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose and then cheek. “now can you shut up and kiss your fiancèe please?”

“would you love me less if i said yes?” he placed a finger under her chin, lifting it up further. “hmm, alright. only because kitten asked oh-so kindly.” he leaned down to give her a kiss, smiling as their lips made contact. “i can have michael work on our schedule. i don’t pay them handsome amounts of money to let me do that kind of labor.” he pulls back. “is that assurance enough for you?”

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BRIDGET WINDSOR.

her hands tangled in his shirt, erasing every inch of space between them as she shook in his arms. “you can’t ollie, you have to promise me! i have nightmares, i wake up in cold sweats i-i, i need you, i don’t want to sleep without you, i can’t.” her shaking quickly turned to sobbing as she clutched onto him for dear life.

he couldn’t help but blame himself for her sadness. he had the most faults in this. “hush, i won’t leave you okay? i promise. understand sweetie?” he cooed, pushing away so that he could see her face. he bent down so he matched her height. “how does an afternoon nap sound?” he wiped away her tears with his thumbs, gently grazing her skin.

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BRIDGET WINDSOR.

“i just prefer to see you completely naked, love it when you get your kit off,” she chuckled. “then don’t, don’t wrap me in cotton wool ollie, i’m a big girl. and i’m not going to leave you, not for anything.”

bridget settled into the passenger seat of the car, both nervous and slightly excited to hear everything she’d missed out on. she wanted to hear about every second of his life she wasn’t a part of, but it was whether he truly was willing to share all of that with her, a fact she doubted. “just rip off the plaster ollivander. i told you everything.”

“here goes nothing...” he took a deep breath. how—where does he start to begin the whirlwind of events during her absence. “so, when i-uhm went back here in new york. i spiralled back to my old habits, street racing, fight clubs, drugs on the side, getting wasted every night, girls here and there, blah blah blah, all the while taking care of the cartel and all that crazy shit. fast forward five months, i rekindled with an ex and things we’re going so great, she was fantastic, totally housewife material. we were provably rushing from all the time we lost, so i moved into her place and we got engaged.” he shrugged his shoulders, looking back at the nostalgic memories. “it was fun while it lasted. she made me quit my bad habits and tried to teach me good ones. she thought she could handle me but she couldn’t...” he paused, staring at nothing absent minded. “that’s about the whole thing summarised.”

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BRIDGET WINDSOR.

“if that’s what it takes for you to prove yourself,” she spoke, her tone clipped. she loves him, god knows she does and she knew he loved her, but he certainly had a funny way of showing it sometimes. “what no heartfelt speech?” bridget teased, pulling him up off his chafed knees. “yes. you know it’s a yes.”

he embraced her and pulled back just as fast. “i want to make it up to you, somehow...” he hummed, thinking of something. “how about a picnic? in paris? then we can have dinner in venice? how does breakfast im bali sound? we could go to that art market while we’re there too!” he added enthusiastically, holding both her hands, waiting for her reply.

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BRIDGET WINDSOR.

“because we know you,” she spoke, completely deadpan. her face lit up when he admitted it, completely triumphant, “see! i was right, i’m always right.” she felt his absence almost immediately, she trusted him and his ability to abstain from having sex with her for now, he wasn’t the type to force himself onto her at any point, and she needed him in bed with her, to hold her, so much so that the thought of him sleeping elsewhere made her jittery and tearful. “no no no, you can’t… i need you with me, don’t leave me!” bridge whimpered, panicked.

it was such a rare case to see bridget like this, and while it was nice to see that she was actually capable of such fragility, it broke him, knowing he had a significant role in her inconsolable state. “i won’t, i won’t.” he rushed to her side, enclasping her in an embrace. “i’m not leaving you. never. okay?” he caressed the nape of her neck.